Let me provide an example.
One of my friends (who will remain nameless) told me a story about their grandmother. She was very old, and she was about to die. She was in the hospital, and for one moment, her heart stopped. They found a way to quickly bring her back, but she didn't want to. Her words were:
"Let me go back. It's beautiful."
So they let her go back.
But what can we take from this example? What exactly, is beautiful about death? Is it having the burden of life lifted off your shoulders? Is it another land, another heaven? I'm not saying I believe in heaven, I'm just saying it's a possibility.
What do you think?
